Today I had quite the relaxing lunch.
As you can see I've armed myself with my afternoon Giant Cup-O-Joe, or as I like to call it, Very Very Venti. And kudos to you if you realized the cream cheese on the bagel was vegetable. Being in the public eye gets me a lot of scrutiny, so I'm trying to watch my waistline. I never want to see the day where I will ever be more than a single-finger sized puppet.
Now that I've caught you up on my exciting Presidential Friday, I should tell you about my trip to my favorite town, Boston. My weekend there was spent with a very inpirational young man. Perhaps you've heard of him. He's a real up-and-comer named Barack Obama, no relation. I don't actually know what that means, but I often hear people say that after introducing a person, and I wanted to try it out.
Anyhoo, Barack and I decided to start our trip off right. The 'Rack as I've affectionately started calling him...right at this moment...wanted to stop off for a pizza. We made a pit stop at this little town called Mystic, in Connecticut. 'Rack-y Bal-bama thought he was being funny by covering up the letters and saying we were in Aven.
Yeah, I don't get it either. But he obviously thinks he's hysterical (You can tell he does, just look at his face) so I just go with it. Another "Great idea" this kid had was to go visit our old stomping grounds. Many people don't know this, but Barack and I lived together in a white house before moving our seperate ways and living in The White House.
This is us in a crappy photo in front of the house.
Those girls are our servents ...If you know what I mean *wink wink*
You know what? Forget I said that because if Michelle finds out, she'll skin The 'Rack.
Until next time, My FAs!
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